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To color, dynamic. To skin,aromatic, in what comforts us,conceals us in reflection,divides us, in selectionfor whom will remain hereclosed behind doors, open withinflooded corridors. We arebandaged, in each other’s arms,seeing pain, never tamedin mirroring eyelids. Passion bites. Nerves exciteall our muscles to move usonce more, on a final twistto a connecting kiss. All our veins,…
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Recognizable cost.Territorial loss.I am even with your thoughts,holding your trembling hands. Fabling on dimmest realities,screaming in closetsfor closure’s clarity. Losing our trail,on a crippled horse.Moving backwards,while weatherkeeps getting worse.I leave bottles opento count dropletsin unified rush. One barren journeyto see where we dividedour asymmetrical petals.Washing our eyes with soil,flooding a spacebeneath our feetwith dried tearstains.…
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I laid you, bare.I sealed you. To see you,dressed without dare,adorned without honorto these eyes that stare. All those roomsto empty you,with these paintingsto represent you.You fade in a bedtimeof shadows,taped to the ground. Black dresspinned to a wall.White corridorswith blurred photographscapturing your wails.I trapped youto refer you, to inter you,to wait until you hear…
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I’ll savewords, for dedication.I’ll bleed, if youwant me to,on that cross for yourdeserving salvation.I brought a mother’s eyesdown, to starve her ather son’s burning crown,a bloodied halo. I brought a cradle, made fromrotted twine, thornbushes,to be all thata love dying twice,will be for.A man’s ignorance,his flaming heart.A woman’s witness,a desperate startto flee from all thatHell…
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Eyes wired shut. Mouth open,with burning circuits toshorten our ties, speaking withdeafening voices, screamingour promises intodarkened hands. We are leakingthose sources, to those fireswhere our dreams werealways flaking. Our forms, shakingfrom fear’s relentlesspresence. We relive that sentence,that time spent in a prison.Locked, in hearts, thatbar us within ribbons,celebrating a theme of madness. Are we abandoned?Another…
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If I had seen what you collected,like dust in a starlit soul,I might have diluted what rage I findto subsist me, to resist you.I might have clung to more than curtains,to see lakes that shine that moonabove where our hearts release gloom.I might have seen those shapes,those puddles, holding your tearsunwilling to let go. If…
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Lose those patterns.Let us drawunluckiest cards.We’ll lose controlover all outcomes,watching us becomea plain color,two faces never remembered,while we are coveredin welcomed shadows. Your eyes see anotheryou have savedfor a different day.Another heart to plant a seed,another pair of eyesto see you bleed,if for water to that gardenyou will forever weed. Our lives that stoprewinding their…
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While your light staysto warm my brittle flesh,I remain here to holdyour hand like a third limbI cannot ever sever. A sun from a windowmakes furniture dancearound this roomdressed in candles,adorned in your shadowsas you spread everywhere,fanning flames that close in,as darkness moves into keep me reminded. I want to let go.To turn back to…
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Walk your hurdles overto surrender yourself tothe chase. Every inchthat leaves you more amused,you’ll find what awaits youin a place that does notdefine your space. You haveonly succeeded inreusing old playgrounds. Step on flowersif it makes you excited,if it drives your thrillpast the moonwe both aimed for. Scorn the sunthat ignites your flesh,reveals your wounds,blames…
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Here’s to what bledand burned, fated from rustinto a stream of sleepless dustfor washed out eyes,from extinguished sighs.I’ll hide behind these shadows,pretending you’re here,seeing snow as onlyanother chapter to grow. I find that our worldwas built to count meteorsfalling like teardrops,finding their placelike water for a rose.I sensed an apocalypse,before you shelteredin dreaming darkness.I sensed…
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For you, I will remainholding your handin growth, in sickness,beside a bed decoratedin blanketing shadows.You surround, as contoursto reflective puddlesbrought down for my feetto dance upon,to catch a newest drizzlefrom sobbing eyes. I hold your rain in my heart,your hand, even whenwe are realms apart. I embed your stains like black puddleswithin rivers, where grief…
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I never forgotto pull bliss from your heart,to heal your naked woundseven while you lay,asking me to let you drownwhile covered in silver,connected to that centerpart of a familiar roomwhere our screamsturned from ivory to shadows. I never forgotto remove furniturecoated in your presence.I left my heart in a closet,keeping my mind paranoidthat your sighs…
Modern Romanticism 